Upon hearing the Violinist's clear and urgent reminder, the air on the tenth floor of the unfinished building instantly froze.
The Hunter and Drummer's mental states were wound tight, instantly entering an absolute state of concentration.
All the ambient noise of the surrounding world—wind sounds, distant traffic, their own heartbeats—were actively filtered by their brains, leaving only the Violinist's voice in the target channel, akin to a precision instrument counting numbers.
"Distance one thousand meters... nine hundred eighty meters... nine hundred fifty meters!"
The Violinist's voice was cold and smooth, every number crystal clear.
"Wind direction is eastward, wind speed five meters per second, steady. Correction zero point two mils. Humidity sixty-eight percent, slightly rising, no significant impact on trajectory."
